Time brainf*cked my mother!

Time, that sneaky bastard, stuck it to me this morning as I was casually perusing my morning e-mails. Observe (and enjoy the cuteness that is my mom):
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(Sent Tue, Mar 23, 2010 at 4:19 AM)
Mom: 
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY MEGGIE............................
HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYYTOOOOOOOYOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!

Can't you just picture me serenading you in the morning when you don't want to open your little peepers!!!! Anyway, love you and wish we were there for your birthday. Will you have cake!?!?! Be good and have a wonderful time!

Love you,
Mama

P.S.  Can you believe you are 24??????????????  Time sure is amazing, it seems like you were just that little girl about 3 or 4!!
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(Sent Tue, Mar 23, 2010 at 10:44 AM) 
Me: 
Um, Mom..my birthday isn't until tomorrow. As in March 24. Didn't your lady parts remind you of that this morning? I'm sure they remember that day and my abnormally large head very clearly. And yes, I will eat cake. Preferably chocolate. But on Wednesday, when it's my actual birthday. Love you, too.
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Screw you, Time. Seriously. I will never get that digital, birthday-telegram moment back. EVER. You are pure evil.